Wednesday, May 15, 2019

“I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death.” (Philippians 1:20, New Revised Standard Version) 

                I am discovering – much to my regret – that I seem to have acquired a “super-power” in my retirement years.

                I can pass within two or three feet of a table or a counter and my magnetic (?) personality will knock something off the afore-mentioned table or counter. Cutlery are the bane of my existence but just about anything might – mysteriously, I must add – take a flyer. I refuse to believe that my elbows or my arms or my hips or my feet which can suddenly get entangled by sneaky, predatory plastic bags or any part of my body has become so clumsy that I awkwardly and accidently brush something off to the floor.

I take this very personally whenever it happens, with loud and impolite language. Just when I am sure that I have firmly placed that full glass on the end table, some mysterious power comes along and immediately knocks it off.

I am like a cat. Cats are known for deliberately knocking things off tables and counters. It is said that if the world was really flat, cats would have knocked everything off the edge by now.

Sadly, I am coming to the realization that if my body is like a temple, the roof is leaking, the basement is flooded and the fuel bill is past due. I don’t need a Fit-bit to tell me how my heart rate is doing or how many steps I have walked or my sleeping patterns. My arthritic shoulders and other sore joints keep me very well-informed. I don’t need to send my spit into Ancestry.com to tell me that my forebears were prone to scurvy, halitosis or hang-nails. I know that I am overweight, drink too much and don’t exercise enough. It is a good day just to get up every morning and greet the day!

But darn it, I aim to die happy.

The apostle Paul uses a lot of body language to express his theology of humanity. For example, his use of the word “flesh” indicates our mortal, physical, corruptible, tangible existence – the flesh and blood of everyday living and being. By and large, he is not too complimentary about the topic. “For the mind that is set on the flesh is hostile to God; it does not submit to God's law, indeed it cannot…, (Romans 8:7, NRSV)

Our physical bodies including our minds and thoughts are vulnerable to clumsiness, awkwardness, ineptness, summed up as sinfulness when it comes to the choices we make, the ways we behave and the lives we lead. “For those who live according to the flesh set their minds on the things of the flesh, but those who live according to the Spirit set their minds on the things of the Spirit.” (Romans 8:5, NRSV)

                Body-shaming aside,  Paul also accepts that it is incumbent upon him  to make the most and the best of the physical side of his life. Christ will be exalted in  his body, he wrote. “And I trust that my life will bring honor to Christ, whether I live or die.” (New Living Translation) He reminds us that our bodies do not just belong to us alone but are imprinted by God’s love and grace. Afterall we have been created in God’s image, “for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body.”  (1 Cor. 6:20, NLT)

                What is important is that you and I demonstrate that as long as we walk this planet, we make the effort to be Christ-like in all that we do. We may trip over ourselves every once in a while, but we get back up and keep on moving in the right direction, our eye on the prize at the end of the journey. As we are able, we continue to walk the walk, talk the talk and live our whole lives, mind, body and spirit, for satisfying, meaningful and purposeful lives and to make God proud!

                Now, if I just could find my walker…

Dale

Wednesday, May 8, 2019

“Always be full of joy in the Lord. I say it again—rejoice!” (Philippians 4:4, New Living Translation)

                Joy is playing catch with my six-year old grandson on a warm Sunday afternoon and then watching a basketball game with him, even though I am not a big basketball fan.

                So, how was your weekend?

                We spent time with three of our four grandsons this past week-end. I cannot begin to tell you how much joy that brings us.

                I am not totally sure how one can really describe joy.  It embraces happiness but it is somehow more than that. It gives one pleasure but that’s sounds too self-centred. Joy makes you smile and feel satisfied but this too doesn’t capture all of its experience.  Joy is not just a feeling but a deep-seated approach to taking on  life. It becomes not so much momentary but a character trait. It is the opposite of dire sadness and gives us strength and courage in the face of grief and loss.

I think that I would have tried to include it somehow as a piece of the armour of faith from Ephesians 6: “Be prepared. You're up against far more than you can handle on your own. Take all the help you can get, every weapon God has issued, so that when it's all over but the shouting you'll still be on your feet.” ( Ephesians 6:13, The Message Bible) It’s not on the list but joy, real, deep-seated joy somehow helps a person shield oneself from the slings and arrows of life or becomes an elixir that nourishes the heart, spirit and soul of folk like us.

Joy is not looking at life through rose-coloured glasses and a sappy smile on our faces. It is not pretending that everything is hunky-dory when it obviously isn’t. It generally is not found in massing material goods.  I would argue that neither is it found in ego, self-centredness, selfishness or the like.

Joy is the fruit of our relationships or the   demonstration of compassion or found in our ability to hold on to faith, hope and love even in the face of adversity. Joy is a blessing, a gift, a herald of a fresh spring breezes changing our still, stuffy days.

Joy is, I believe, always a shared experience. Indeed, joy may be our gift to others, lifting their spirits, offering encouragement,  seeking their good, esteeming another’s worth. Perhaps then, joy becomes the gift that also comes our way – unconditional, undeserved, unearned  - freely washing over us with ita unlimited supply of blessing and contentment.

I am not sure at all that one can define joy with a few simple words. You just know when it is in your heart and mind. You don’t try to explain it or analyze it – just enjoy it! Joy is a little bit of heaven on earth which captures our imaginations and holds on to us, reminding us that life has so much more to give when we are open to the Spirit.

Joy can be found in the small, unspectacular, ordinary moments of our lives through a touch, a smile, a gesture, a serendipitous moment shared together.  Joy is a resurrection moment when life is good as God would like it to be for us – abundant, overflowing with mercy and grace,  free from sin, redeemed and transformed.

“So you have sorrow now, but I will see you again; then you will rejoice, and no one can rob you of that joy.” (John 16:22, NLT)

How simply was I reminded of all that on a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon!

Dale

Wednesday, May 1, 2019

“…so that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, in which you shine like stars in the world.” (Philippians 2: 15), New Revised standard Version) 

                Our 12-year dog, Charlie, has just had his annual shearing. He has gone from a shaggy, unkempt Australian Shepherd to looking like an Australian Cattle dog.

Generally, one wouldn’t shave an Aussie down to the nubs like this but his coat gets so matted, tangled, thick, dirty  and unmanageable that it’s the only way to get him clean and hygienic.  But he seems to like the cool freedom of his short hair and it makes him look younger. Our other Aussie, Kramer, will eventually just get a good brushing, clipped and a bath at the groomer.

                Charlie has a small but visible wart right in the middle of his back which now is quite noticeable after his hair cut. I warned the groomer so that she wouldn’t accidently clip it during the grooming. So now, it stands out like a zit on a teenager. The vet has told us not to worry about it unless it changes in someway. It is a blemish that usually is hidden under a thick coat of fur and sometimes it can be even hard to find under all that mass of fuzz and fur.

                Would that we could hide our own blemishes of character and sinfulness under something so that our faults and culpabilities would be hard to see or find. Nobody is perfect – to err is human and all that – but there are times when my short-comings seem all too obvious. I am not the person that I would like to be or want to be. 

What does Paul write? “I decide to do good, but I don't really do it; I decide not to do bad, but then I do it anyway. My decisions, such as they are, don't result in actions. Something has gone wrong deep within me and gets the better of me every time. It happens so regularly that it's predictable. The moment I decide to do good, sin is there to trip me up.” (Romans 7: 19 -21, The Message Bible)

In this age of social media we can’t hide anything.  I am not sure this is always a good thing especially when something way back in one’s past or youth is exposed (except for certain cases of wrong doing) but there is no getting away from our warts, these days. Once the furry, fuzzy layers are cut away, the character and behavioural lumps and warts are clearly seen. We try to put on  a brave face,  deny it, make excuses, pretend it’s nothing, blame others,  justify it or use some sort of moral make-up or camouflage to  hide the blemish – but there it is. Everyone else sees it.

In our text from Philippians, Paul is exhorting his readers to be shining lights in the world. This is not passive and innate, not instinctive.  We have to work out our own salvation with fear and trembling. He is not saying that salvation comes by works but rather, the salvation we have through Jesus Christ must show clear evidence of an active Christian lifestyle and behaviour. People will know we are Christians by our active love.

Christians have warts just like anybody else but we can’t let them define us or limit us. We overcome their blemish-ness by striving for making a difference in the world around us.

Catch the same verse from the Message Bible. “Go out into the world uncorrupted, a breath of fresh air in this squalid and polluted society. Provide people with a glimpse of good living and of the living God. Carry the light-giving Message into the night.”

Be a breath of fresh air – I like that!

Charlie gives us love and joy regardless of his wart. So should we walk in the world and shine like stars with the Love of Jesus Christ being expressed by our words and actions.

Dale

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

“They were both running, but the other disciple outran Peter and reached the tomb first.” (John 20:4, New Living Translation)

                Getting ahead is always a challenge.

                But getting ahead seems somehow important. Some want to get ahead in their professions and  climb corporate ladders and scurry up the pay scale and perhaps retire early with some sort of  sizable pensions. Others want to get ahead on more simple things - in their finances, in their day to day schedules, in their relationships, in their lives.

Many of us would be satisfied if we could just catch up with the pace of life and the many busy demands which are laid out before us. We speed up and then fall back. We wish we could get ahead and maybe catch a breather – find some sense of accomplishment, a noble finish, some satisfaction of achievement, a boast that we have done it and done it our way.

                For whatever reasons, on Easter Sunday as I sat in church and listened to the Gospel being read, Peter’s and John’s race to the tomb caught my ear.  John outran and got to the tomb first, ahead of Peter. Yet he only looked in and did not actually go into the tomb.

                Curious! Why be in such a hurry to get there if he wasn’t going to finish the process and really go into the tomb? Was he afraid of what he would find, that the women had been mistaken and the body was still there? Or maybe he was afraid of what he wouldn’t find. Dead men don’t rise from the grave; but what if it was empty? Empty tombs don’t necessarily add up to a resurrection, but they are a step in the right direction when all the rest of the evidence is taken into consideration.

                But let us not get ahead of ourselves. Resurrection is a big thing to comprehend.  A lot us of sit on the edge of an empty tomb and never do more than take a quick peek in, curious but not believing, interested but not convinced, hopeful but not persuaded.

                Peter, in his typical brash boldness, barges in and takes a look around and sees all sorts of curious evidence that some mysterious event has taken place, more than just a grave robbery. It was then that John also went in to the tomb and we are told “he saw and believed” (v.8) although the very next bit of text says that they were still struggling with the whole idea that Jesus must rise from the dead.

Perhaps John believed only that the tomb was certainly empty or he was slowing warming up to the idea of a possible resurrection afterall. It puzzles me that they simply went back to their homes as if they were still trying to get their heads around what was happening. (Mind you, that’s all I did after the Easter service on Sunday – went back home, rather than shouting from the roof tops that this incredible miracle has taken place.)

                But slowness of comprehension seems to be a major thread running (!) through the post-Resurrection experience of discipleship.  Nobody was getting ahead of themselves. They go back home. They go back to their jobs. They go back to Emmaus.  They are confused, doubtful, skeptical, unsure, frightened, still grieving, failing to even recognize him; “startled and terrified, and thought they were seeing a ghost,” (Luke24:37). In Matthew’s Gospel when Jesus appears before the disciples we are told of the different reactions: some worshiped him and even yet, some still doubted (Matthew 28:17).

                Look, if you are running toward the tomb this week you are at least headed in the right direction. If you need to take your time as you contemplate the evidence, go ahead.   But understand this – God is offering you and me a wondrous opportunity to find new life, new hope, fresh possibilities, bold redemption, and be drawn into the sacred drama of Resurrection Possibility and Reality.  Jesus’ New Presence is a radical expression of life against death, of hope over despair, of shalom over chaos, of  fresh expectations over resignation.

                Don’t get left behind!

Dale

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

“Look! I stand at the door and knock. If you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in, and we will share a meal together as friends.” (Revelation 3:20, New Living Translation)

                Opportunity knocks but once.

                What this means is that if one does not act expediently at the moment when the opportunity arises, then the opening for something important or momentous or critical is lost. We can’t it get it back.

                A small example. When we lived in Montreal it was our good fortune to know one of the Montreal Expos players, pitcher Andy McGaffigan and his wife, Jill. I am an avid baseball fan so this was  a very special relationship in many ways other than baseball alone. At the end of one of the seasons in early October Andy asked me to drive their packed car down to Philadelphia for their last series, stay with him in the team’s hotel and watch the last three games in Phillie and he’d pay for my flight back.  It was a trip of a life-time in many ways. But I had just got my church leaders finally to agree to a new type of church budget planning and had planned a church retreat on that same week-end. Duty over-ruled my heart and I turned down the week-end in Philadelphia. I have totally regretted it ever since. I was an idiot!!!

                Opportunity knocks but once.

                But someone has to open the door.

                Last night, I heard a story on PBS about a middle-aged woman who was shot in the face by two young gang members as part of their initiation in the gang. By God’s grace she survived. Many of us after such an experience might be angry, vengeful, bitter or unforgiving. Who would blame us?

                But instead, this woman saw it as an opportunity. She changed her life style so that she would be able to work with gangs. Her home became a drop-in centre and shelter for young gang members. When she asked why such a large number of gang members were hanging out with a 55-year old, one of them replied, “We knocked at your door. You opened it.”

                This sounds so simple. But a lot of us prefer hiding behind closed doors. We peek out from behind the curtains and never open our doors to anyone or anything.  Every stranger seems a threat. Every change is a danger. Every face is alien. Every request is a burden. Every one is an outsider whom we don’t want to let into our private corners of the world.  I could argue that we are becoming a suspicious, fearful, mistrustful, self-absorbed, isolated, inaccessible people. Close the doors, lock them tight, close the drapes and bunker down!

                But this coming Sunday is Easter, Resurrection Sunday.  The powers of Jesus’ day tried to lock Jesus up and seal him away forever. They found the biggest boulder they could find and sealed his tomb shut with it.  Nothing closes doors like death, especially the cruel death of dying on a Roman cross. You might as well throw away the “key”.

                God didn’t just unlock the “door” – God kicked it in!

                Jesus’ Life took on a new Reality. God saw the opportunity and demonstrated that Life was a gracious, fulfilling gift that not even death could lock away. Life was not over- it was just beginning anew!

                And all  those who use politics, religion, power, money, policies, dogma, fear to try to slam doors on the poor, the infirmed, the young, the hungry, the homeless, the different, the alien, the refugee, the sick and dying, the elderly, the broken, the mentally ill, the vulnerable, just might want to take a step back unless the swinging door hits you smack in the face.

                Because the Living Jesus is standing at the  closed doors of heart, mind, spirit, soul and  conscience and knocking empathetically for us to open up and let him in and those whom he loves.

                It is an opportunity which we shouldn’t pass up lightly.

Roll that big stone in your life away and let the Light shine in the corners and a fresh breeze of God’s Grace sweep away the cob-webs.

You know what they say – opportunity knocks but once!

Dale

Wednesday, April 10, 2019

“It is the same with my word. I send it out, and it always produces fruit. It will accomplish all I want it to, and it will prosper everywhere I send it.” (Isaiah 55:11, New Living Translation) 

                “Use a picture. It’s worth ten thousand words.” I always thought that maybe Confucius said this but it turns out it was an American newspaper editor, Tess Flanders, in 1911. Who knew?

                But it could also be said that a few words at the right time could turn into a cornucopia of vocabulary. And I am not talking about a long-winded preacher.

                Susan alerted me to a study that says if one reads five books every day to a child under the age of five years old, that child will gain a million words’ advantage by the time they are adults. All our grandchildren are avid fans of being read to and at the risk of sounding like a proud grandpa they all have very good vocabulary and language skills already.

Certainly, our children grew up with books and even now there are stacks of books on tables and shelves that Susan and I have read. We find it very hard to discard a book. I culled half my theological library when I retired and still came home with a dozen boxes of books.

Christians are sometimes called the People of the Book because our sacred, scriptural texts, the Bible, have such an essential, critical and vibrant place in our faith tradition. Whether one is very radically conservative or very radically progressive in their understanding and interpretation of the Bible, our scriptures cannot be ignored or devalued. These 66 books of the Bible are the most indispensable core resource for the effective living of our faith.

“All scripture is inspired by God and is useful for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, so that everyone who belongs to God may be proficient, equipped for every good work.” (2 Timothy 3: 16 -17, New Revised Standard)

Problems arise when we turn the Bible into an ancient, stale relic or we become so rigid one way or the other in our interpretations and understanding. Reading the Bible takes creative imagination and open mindedness. It is great stimulating and ingenious literature as well as spiritual inspiration and guidance.

It is an epic story of God’s interaction with the world which God created, with the people whom God set aside for working out for the world’s good and with the initiation for Kingdom building to whom he tasked Jesus.  God’s storied mission for the world is messy, violent, frustrating for God, full of human sinfulness, pride, selfishness, sinfulness. Largely it tells a story of God who won’t give up on his Creation nor the people who live within his Love and Grace.

God’s Word, although having a continuous stability and reliability, is also a fluid, ever-progressing, lively commentary on God’s purposes and intentions. Creation, itself was founded by God’s Word, by powerfully “speaking out” and it all being very good.  “The Lord merely spoke, and the heavens were created. He breathed the word, and all the stars were born.” (Psalm 33:6)

God’s word is always contemporary, relevant, fresh and dynamic when we let the words breathe, allow them to escape our dogmas and clichés, when we let go of our inflexibilities and enshrined insistence that only our interpretations  hold water.  The Bible never ceases to surprise me, encounter me anew, thrill me, discipline me, excite me, comfort me, encourage me, ignite new ideas and lead me to scrap some old tired and weary ideas.

John the Gospel writer, was being very bold when he wrote that “the word became flesh and lived among us” (John 1:14) But it reinforces my argument that the Word is not inert and frozen in some ancient time but rather lives, moves, breathes, interacts with, engages, penetrates the real lives of women and men both now and then.  Jesus embodies God’s Word. John also tells us at the end of his Gospel that  his testimony is true (i.e. trustworthy)  and if all the things which Jesus did was written down “the world itself could not contain the books that would be written” (John 21:25).

If you haven’t picked up the Bible lately and read it for yourself, then why wait?

Dale

Wednesday, April 3, 2019

“The Lord replies, ‘I have seen violence done to the helpless, and I have heard the groans of the poor. Now I will rise up to rescue them, as they have longed for me to do.’” (Psalm 12:5, New Living Translation) 

[Missed last week because Susan and I spent 4 wonderful days looking after our one-year old grandson Declan in Waterloo while his Mom and Dad went on a little trip. Fantastic time!] 

                “The following program has violence. Viewer discretion is advised.”

                You might think that I was watching a crime show or a horror movie or a war movie or the World Wrestling Federation.

                But I wasn’t.

                I was watching the first two episodes of a History Channel program about Jesus. You know – the Prince of Peace. The non-violent epitome of shalom and grace. The one who said to love your enemies and turn your other cheek.  The one who told Peter to put his sword away when his arresters came for him. The one who reached out to enemy Roman soldiers. The one whose whole demeanor was for peace, healing, love and understanding. These were some of the principles by which he lived his life, taught, and made passionate pleas for others to do the same. Peace, not violence, is written all over his ministry.

                But there it was – a warning about the violence that this story contained. Viewer, beware!

                There is no denying that the Bible has more than its fair share of violence, genocides, persecutions, wars, murders, and the like. But at first glance, it seems to me to be ironic, at least, that I need to be warned about violence in watching a show about Jesus.

                Each episode tells the integrated Gospels’ story of Jesus though a character who experienced Jesus in some way, e.g. Jesus’ father, Joseph, John the Baptist, Mary, etc. The story is dramatically re-enacted, interspersed by commentary from scholars and pastors.  The story is told simply but mostly without the usual pietistic and even saccharine overtones that often come with such portrayals of biblical characters. Of course, it does have its own interpretative values, slightly on the conservative or orthodoxic side, but it’s not intrusive by my measure.

                And every episode comes with its warning about violence.

                The actual scenes of violence are somewhat tame by modern standards of everything else we can see on TV, on the news or  at the movies.  But it is there nonetheless – Herod’s  jealous rage and massacre of the Bethlehem children, the brutality of Roman power, the beheading of John the Baptist and of, course, the Crucifixion itself including the torture, whippings and mockery that led up to the event of Jesus being nailed on the cross. Violent! Very violent!

                Sadly, the world is still a very violent place for many people. Recently, I have been watching news’ essays on the violence in Honduras, especially  by unchecked gang violence with their extortion and murders. It is a very violent country, among the worst in the world. Small wonder the people are fleeing to find safe places to live and raise families.

                But you don’t have to travel to Honduras to experience violence. It’s found on our own city streets far too often and far too much. Gun violence. Extremism. Terrorism. Domestic violence or murder. As much as we might like to, we can’t close our eyes to this violence or hide from it.

                Our text states that God has seen the violence that is destroying his good Creation and is not pleased. God’s heart goes out to those who are oppressed and affected by violence, especially the poor. God seeks to protect and rescue those who face this terrible violence. But I would argue that God also needs our participation in the peace -making processes which are needed to stem this tide of violence in  our world. “And those who are peacemakers will plant seeds of peace and reap a harvest of righteousness.” (James 3:18, NLT), echoing, of course, Jesus’ words, “God blesses those who work for peace, for they will be called the children of God.” (Matthew 5: 9)

                Violence tried its best to destroy the mission of Jesus which was to inaugurate a whole new Creation full of Love, Peace, Mercy and Justice and to hold accountable those who used power to violently distort God’s world. Therefore, each of us needs to do our own peace-making in our little corners of the world and pray that it spreads.

                Shalom, everyone shalom!

Dale